| I pull out the lot with the pink note
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| We pull up and pop at your people (Pop, pop, pop, pop)
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| Tote my gun in NY, even though it illegal
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| Out my mind, probably higher than an eagle (I'm hot)
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| Put a hole in that boy like a bagel (Hah)
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| These fuck niggas be see-through (Pussy)
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| We got a whole lotta guns like the Navy (Uh)
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| We got a whole lotta guns like the Army
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| I bust in public like Baby (Baow)
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| Touch me, nigga must be brazy (Brazy)
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| I’m geeked and white boy wasted (Wasted)
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| Sip lean, it got me lazy (Lazy)
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| I gave her a pill and a chaser (Thot)
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| Stick got a dick and a laser (Baow)
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| He run, these hallows will chase him (Come here)
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| She see me, she get shot like a taser
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| Hit her raw, end up having my baby
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| Nah, for real
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| Quarter-million dollar whip, I drive that bitch like a Chevy
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| I hit this freak the other week, I ain’t know that that was his ho,
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| I wasn’t tryna be messy
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| I pull up new bulletproof Lexus
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| 2020 all this that a nigga be flexin', she told me I’m and sexy (Ooh)
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| All fifties on me, and they pink, they look just like a pussy
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| When I wanna fuck, she gon' let me
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| I love my bitch 'cause she gangsta
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| I say she look good, she don’t even say, «Thank you»
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| She give me that «Uh,"I give her a spank
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| I fuck with the gun on her bed like a gangsta
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| Give me that, mmm, give me that
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| That boy a grown man, girl, that boy ain’t no baby
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| I used to pull up one deep with the four-five
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| I keep it real, I ain’t told your ass no lie (Uh-huh, shh)
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| Them hoes on me bad and I don’t even know where I go
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| She ride the dick on her toes
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| She put that pussy in drive and she roll, I go
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| They think they in Baby business
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| He buyin' Benzes, what do you know 'bout?
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| Uh, I’m pullin' on her extensions (Uh)
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| Hit it way too hard, I might fuck up or blow out (Uh, uh)
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| I tuck my gun when I go out (Let's go)
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| You know I ain’t leavin' my lace (Uh-uh)
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| This bitch glued to me like paste (Fah)
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| Wrong move, I’m catchin' a case
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| I have 'em racks, I can’t wait on the bank (Racks)
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| Big bool sit right by my waist
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| I get a room, put my child on her face (Yeah)
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| I’m off the drank, they could down like an eight
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| Me and Stunna ain’t worried 'bout shit
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| And we told y’all niggas
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| Uh, uh, bitch, I got rich off of words (Rich off of words, rich)
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| A broke nigga get on my nerves (Get on my nerves, bitch)
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| I wash down the purp with the syrup (Uh)
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| Came from nothin', I stood on the curb (Uh)
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| I moved 'dukes from the hood to the 'burbs (Uh)
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| Rob me? |
| Boy, that shit for the birds (Bitch)
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| I send him to sit with the birds (Let's go, sit)
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| Sent me ten, now I send you a verse
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| You broke lil' nigga, you need to go see a nurse (Nigga, you broke)
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| Them shots make 'em shot like he in church (Pussy)
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| I feel like they hatin' on me the most (Nigga, they hate) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rich Off Words , by - Stunna 4 Vegas. Song from the album Welcome To 4 Vegas, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп